Tomb Raider: Beginning Wu Xie was badly tricked

Wu Xie went back to Fatty: "Let's go, I found the camp, it's over there, let's go and take a look. It should be my uncle's camp."

The fat man, who was already exhausted, seemed to be full of strength when he heard Wu Xie's words, and he carried Pan Zi and left.

In more than ten minutes, the three of them arrived at the camp. Wu Xie found a tent nearby and opened it to find no danger.

"It's safe here, you put Pan Zi in and help him treat his wounds! I'll take a look outside." Wu Xie said directly.

"Okay, leave the needlework to me." Fatty had no objection to Wu Xie's arrangement.

Wu Xie smiled, Fatty was really virtuous, even able to do needlework.

After Fatty carried Pan Zi into the tent, Wu Xie walked around the camp to check the situation here.

Some things were not packed in time, as if they were in a hurry when they left. There must have been an emergency.

At this time, Wu Xie found a row of very fresh mud footprints on the ground, which extended all the way to the tent in the distance. Wu Xie also curiously followed the footprints step by step...

Just as Wu Xie followed the footprints, Fatty had already started cleaning Pan Zi's wound in Pan Zi's tent.

Pan Zi woke up from the pain of alcohol spilling on his wound, and he let out a tiny groan from his mouth. Looking at the wound on Pan Zi's back and listening to his groans, Fatty felt a little bit sorry.

"Pan Zi, bear with it, we need to disinfect!"

"Where's the Third Master?" Pan Zi didn't see Wu Xie the first time he woke up, and his first concern was also for Wu Xie.

"Don't worry, your Third Master is outside checking the situation of the camp in good condition. You, take care of yourself first!"

"I'll help you sew up your wound and give you a tetanus shot later, it should be almost done. But, there is no anesthetic needle in the Third Master's broken medicine box, you have to bear with it." Fatty said reluctantly.

"It's okay, it's just a small injury, I'm used to it," Pan Zi said indifferently.

After hearing Pan Zi's words, the fat man looked at an iron bucket placed beside the bed and kicked it with his foot.

"I heard that when there is no anesthesia, they use this to put it on the head, and then hit it with a club to faint, otherwise you will also..." Pan Zi understood the fat man's unfinished words.

"What's the difference between this and hitting the head directly? Come on, give me a sip of wine." Pan Zi asked back while enduring the pain.

The fat man took a small can of white wine from the table, unscrewed it directly and handed it to Pan Zi.

After watching him drink a sip of white wine, he handed him a handkerchief: "Come on, bite it."

The fat man was afraid that Pan Zi would be unable to bear the pain for a while, and was afraid that he would bite his tongue and hurt himself.

Pan Zi was obedient, took the handkerchief and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it hard.

At this time, Fatty had already taken out the needle and thread and started to sew...

The wound was sutured directly without anesthesia. Pan Zi's forehead was instantly in pain, and cold sweat was pouring down. He held the bed board tightly with both hands, and it felt like he was about to pull the bed board off.

Looking at Pan Zi like this, Fatty could only speed up while feeling reluctant. As long as he was faster, Pan Zi would suffer less.

It felt like a century had passed before Fatty finally stopped the needle.

Fatty himself breathed a sigh of relief. It was also at this time that Fatty found that his back was wet.

And Wu Xie.

Looking at the wound on Pan Zi's back that was sutured, Fatty was actually a little complacent, and he became more and more addicted to it:

"It seems that my shoe sole technology has not regressed, it's still pretty good. Otherwise, Fatty will show you a two dragons playing with a pearl, guaranteed to be lifelike."

"Come on, let's keep a low profile!" Pan Zi said weakly.

The fat man wanted to liven up the atmosphere and make Pan Zi feel more relaxed, but when he saw the wound on Pan Zi's back, he was still a little touched.

"Look at the wound on your back, it's as bad as Erlong playing with an atomic bomb, and there's even a mushroom cloud."

"They're just superficial injuries, they just look creepy!" Pan Zi said indifferently.

"Don't work so hard next time, you don't care about your life when you do things." The fat man persuaded.

"It's okay, this is my style. I get hurt every time, but every time, I can still survive." Pan Zi said and took another sip of wine to numb the pain on his back.

"Even if your Third Master relies on you, you can't live like this. You are so desperate that you have a tendency to self-destruct."

"I can't destroy myself. I still miss Third Master! We have agreed that when we are old, we will go to a nursing home together and spend the rest of our lives in a carefree manner."

Pan Zi looked forward to the retirement life after he was old, and the corners of his mouth curved up, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at Pan Zi like this, Fatty still admired him, but he was helpless. Everyone has their own way of living, and he can only persuade but cannot intervene.

Looking at Pan Zi who was already asleep, Fatty walked to the side and checked the backpacks left behind in the tent...

Wu Xie followed the mud footprints to the outside of a tent, and the mud footprints disappeared at the door of the tent. There was a clear mud handprint on the curtain of the tent.

At this point, Wu Xie had some guesses about who was inside.

It should be the little brother who chased the giant python last night but disappeared for most of the day for no reason.

Since I had some guesses, I just waited for him to open the tent and go in to verify it.

Wu Xie did not hesitate too much, opened the tent and walked in directly. Then, he saw a mud man covered in mud, squatting in the corner looking for something.

The mud man turned around when he heard the sound. Although his face was covered in mud, Wu Xie still recognized the face. Who else could it be but Brother?

"Brother, how did you get yourself into this state?" Wu Xie did not ask him what he did last night at all. Some things did not need to be asked so clearly.

But Brother did not answer, but directly stretched out his hand to Wu Xie, looking a little pitiful.

Wu Xie understood immediately, after all, Brother left in a hurry last night and did not bring his backpack, and his bag was always with them. He had been there for more than half a day, and he should be hungry.

Wu Xie directly handed him two compressed biscuits and poured him a glass of water considerately.

The ignorant brother who stretched out his hand to eat was really too foul. If it were not for the mud on his face, he would definitely be very cute.

That's right, Wu Xie is a hidden face control, and the little brother's appearance is just right.

The full and satisfied little brother looked at Wu Xie: "Follow me."

He took Wu Xie out of the tent and came directly to a place with some water and mud on the ground.

Seeing the mud pit and the mud on the little brother's body, Wu Xie instantly understood.